«Taras, in the tale / Gogol tells us, was tough... / No quarter he gave / Foe or traitor. / I hear him call / At midnight to his son, / “The child of my loins, I shall slay thee!” The beautiful pani, / Andrii’s fateful love, / Pale-faced, old Taras implores mutely... / The pi...»
«Our rifles at the ready, / Bayonets gleaming with blue light, / As we rode a star peeped shyly / Through the darkness of the night. Our horses walked on slowly, / Bridles lay slack in our grip, / “Mercury that star is named,” / Pensively I let the word slip. When the fight is in th...»
«The street-cars at midnight / Are quiet in the street, / The law-abiding people / Are all fast asleep. / Midnight near the balcony / The branches is stirring, / Quiet is Arithmetic / And Algebra’s snoring. Midnight has arisen / O’er the Soviet Union. / Side by side with angles...»
«It’s nice, if a bit slow, / This city of Rostov. / Main streets here bear the names / Of soldiers of great fame. / So restless, day and night / Its Garden Street’s packed tight. / But sidestreets stand quite still / With sound of poetry filled, / And that was why I thought / Th...»